(Additional update for "Sakurababy" brothers [1/5])
Vigilant's first sermon after returning to Karabor Temple was very successful.
But this is not because of the high level of Vigilant's teachings. It is mainly because the audience is too fanatical.
In fact, when Dick first started his passionate speech, he discovered that no matter what he said, the audience sitting below would give an exaggerated and enthusiastic response, just like a group of little fans waving glow sticks to call their giegie.
The main reason is that Saint's awakening is so bizarre, something that can only happen in mythical stories, that the audience who participated in it have already been shocked by the "aura" of Dick.
Draenei has already coexisted with Holy Light during the past twenty-five thousand years of exile. Once upon a time, Argus's world could still compete with Holy Light's belief in Arcane Mage. Heritage has long been squeezed into a corner and is struggling to survive. Today, eleven out of ten Draenei are Holy Light Follower, which directly makes them defenseless against Saint, which symbolizes Holy Light.
They simply couldn't calm down and listen to what Dick wanted to tell them at this time.
In this case, Vigilant doesn't need to spend any time trying to soothe their hearts. He doesn't need to waste any words until the people calm down.
But the atmosphere had reached this point, and Dick was too embarrassed to leave in a hurry without saying anything, so he took the scriptures that Ms. Ishana had prepared long ago and explained Holy Light's enlightenment to the public in the way that Priests are best at.
Of course, I am a Saint after all, so I still have to have the necessary "light and shadow effects".
Therefore, Dick gave full play to his Harbinger of the Sun professional advantages. As he explained different teachings, Holy Light, which turned into three kinds of light, took turns to shine on the entire Grand Proclamation Platform. In the shining of the warm, soothing or hopeful light, the people listened intoxicated.
Especially those citizens with injuries and illnesses can even get a wave of Saint's healing morning light for free.
Oops, I really made a profit this time.
Amid the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami, Diakum completed this wonderful sermon. He bid farewell to the people and left together with the priests of Aldor Temple in the wave of regrets.
When walking into the gem-dotted passage, Dick saw Ms. Ishana waiting for her there.
Legend Priest looked very tired, as if he had just experienced some mental "trial".
"The people are very devout in their faith in Holy Light, which is good. But the problem of over-development of church faith is very serious, and blind obedience to faith is depriving our people of their ability to think. I don't know how you solved this problem in the past 25,000 years, but judging from the results alone, you obviously failed to curb this unhealthy trend.
Of course, I am not criticizing you, my teacher of faith."
Dick said with necessary respect to Ms. Ishana who led him on the road of Priest:
"I just think it is a good thing to have faith to protect the soul, but self-awareness and the ability to think independently are equally important to our people.
Huh?
What's wrong with you?
Why do I feel like you just had a fight with the furious Elekk and lost?"
"You still have the nerve to say it?"
Ms. Ishana, who has always been mild-mannered, rarely lost her temper.
The leader of the Aldor priests glared at Vigilant Saint, and she asked sternly:
"Brother Diakum, I have always known that you are a Faith Walker with a quick mind. When you first entered the field of Priest, you refuted me with a series of tricky doctrinal problems, which made me fall into a long period of thinking. I gradually recovered my mind by relying on my loyal understanding of Holy Light Doctrine and my deepening of the exegesis.
It was indeed a debate that makes me shudder when I think about it now, but you should not pass on your private understanding of doctrine to the Garrison Commanders under your command!
They are still very young, brother Diakum, and they have not experienced a life as profound as ours, which makes them lack enough understanding to correctly understand the series of profound teachings you conveyed.
They can easily go down the wrong path because of your guidance!
For example, just now, while you were giving an outstanding lecture, the recruits you recruited came to me with doubts and asked me about the true meaning of Holy Light.
But the questions they asked were enough to make my brain explode!
It's not because I can't answer it, but because it's simply not a question they should be thinking about at this stage. You know, rashly getting involved in overly esoteric philosophical discussions without sufficient knowledge, life experience, and inspiration will only make talented young people waste their time without gaining anything!
If not handled well, they may even be hit by it, causing their originally positive minds to fall into the terrible abyss of nihilism.
I understand that you want your children to be able to think for themselves, but your behavior is a little too irresponsible."
"Oh, the common problem among young people of all races is that they think too much and do too little; they have too many problems and too little knowledge."
Dick I don't think this is a big problem.
After all, he also came from that time. Facing Ms. Ishana's anger, he waved his hand and said:
"But you have to admit that if the correct relationship between "Holy Light" and people cannot be clarified, they will not be able to make deeper progress on the path led by Holy Light. I have no intention of arguing with you, I just feel that faith is not everything to the people.
Please don't forget that you are also carrying World Vow of Argus!"
He glanced at the Argus Heart Pendant that Ms. Ishana hung on her chest, and said:
"Garrison Commander protects the safety of the people, and Priest protects the soul of the tribe. If our young tribesmen only regard the oath of Argus as a legend and myth, and do not intend to follow their predecessors on this road of salvation, it can only prove that.
We Priest have failed in our duty for the past twenty-five thousand years!
So, tell me, Bishop Ishana."
Dick emphasized his tone and said:
"How many people now have lost confidence in returning to Argus? How many people now no longer pay attention to our still suffering hometown, and only want to spend the rest of their lives in this strange and gentle hometown that does not belong to us?
Tell me! Ms. Ishana.
As the leader of the Priests, as the protector of the people's souls, have you also been disappointed and despaired of the World Vows you are burdened with?
Have you also stopped looking back at Argus's expectations?"
Faced with Dick's stern questioning, Bishop Ishana, who was originally angry because Dick "taught the children bad", fell silent rarely.
Under the terrified gazes of the numb priests around them, their leader even lowered her head in front of Saint at this moment. Her body was trembling, as if she was afraid of answering the answer that was destined to disappoint Saint.
Ishana was silent.
But this silence itself already represented her answer.
"Alas."
In the deafening silence, Dick sighed.
He did not blame Ishana for his weakness. He just raised his hand and put it on his old friend's shoulder. He whispered:
"Twenty-five thousand years of exile is too painful and long. We are far enough away from home, so far away that we can't even find the lights of our hometown in the sea of stars, so we are lost in the darkness.
Just like children who are afraid of the dark, they can only cry and close themselves in cowardly protection and no longer easily try to contact the outside world.
This doesn't mean you're not strong enough, my friend.
You are just lost.
But once that light is lit again, you'll soon find your way home.
Go and rest, and I will soon help you and our people light that lamp, bringing courage and hope back to our hearts."
"Sorry, Diakum, we must have disappointed you."
Ishana said softly with sadness:
"You and the victims worked hard to send us out of our hometown. You helped us regain the light and hope we lost, but we lost it again."
"I'm not disappointed at all. There were only 120,000 people on the ship when we set out, but 25,000 years later, we have more than 200,000 compatriots in this world."
Dick smiled and said:
"Such a long period of exile will inevitably be accompanied by sacrifices, but our people are still developing and thriving. Our civilization has not been defeated by disasters. We are still walking and moving forward.
Sorry, I just said something I shouldn't have said.
You did a great job and performed your duties more responsibly and perfectly than I imagined.
It was me who became a deserter!
It was me who failed to appear by your side when you needed it most, but now that I have come back, we can find together those things that we were forced to give up due to suffering and pressure.
We will find it, we must find it!"
"Woo"
Crying cries echoed in the passage.
Bishop Ishana, who had always been strong and had almost never shed tears in more than 20,000 years of exile, threw herself into Vigilant Saint's arms at this moment. She seemed to be releasing all the pressure and grief she had endured in the past many years with such a weak cry.
She whispered how much she missed the scenery of Mac'Aree and how much she longed to re-enter the temple of Lord Lura.
But I can't go back.
Their familiar hometown was lost twenty-five thousand years ago, and Lord Lura also died.
They have become homeless.
This scene made the surrounding priests and Priest lower their heads, especially those priests who had traveled all the way from Argus, and unstoppable tears were falling from their eyes.
They cannot let the public see their cowardice, but with the return of Vigilant, those missing sense of security have finally been brought back from the past to the present, and it seems that they can finally take a break.
Even if it's only for a few days.
Dick was not in a hurry to leave. He supported Ishana, who was completely emotionally broken, and listened to the grief and pressure in the heart of the legendary Priest. Surrounded by Priest, he sent her back to the Aldor Temple area, and told Priest to take good care of their old friends, and then left the temple with some regret and a heavy sigh.
As soon as the results came out, I heard a joke:
"Oh, the great Saint is so charming. Even the legendary Priest like Ishana would throw herself into your arms. I have never seen her lose her temper like this. She cried like a little girl whose bear doll was snatched away."
Dick raised his head helplessly and saw Neri sitting on a stone pillar, holding a bloody apple and gnawing on it. She had changed back into the archbishop's ceremonial armor, washed her face and put on makeup, and looked very energetic.
Faced with her teasing, Dick said angrily:
"The way you cried when you talked about your hometown that night was no better than Ishana."
"Bang"
The half-eaten apple hit Dick's big face on the plate, and was caught by Saint and put it into his mouth to take a bite, causing juice to splash everywhere.
"Am I crying because I miss my hometown? You really have no self-awareness at all!"
Neri jumped down lightly, put his hands on his hips and yelled:
"But I'm too lazy to tell you this. I just ask you not to act out this kind of "Eredar crying person" drama every time you meet an old friend of Argus. There are tens of thousands of people in Karabor Temple who are the ancestors of the Argus era.
If each of them had to cry in front of you, the tears of missing the motherland would be enough to flood the city.
Please restrain your overly gentle comfort. What the people need now is protection and stability.
Follow me!
Great Prophet is ready to have a confidential conversation with you. I informed Lord Velen of your current situation, and he also prepared a gift for you."
"Hmm, a gift? I like it."
Dick smiled and wanted to summon his own Holy Warsteed but was stopped by Neri.
The holy object of Lightforging was too conspicuous in Karabor Temple and did not fit the scene of the secret conversation. She prepared a walking Talbuk for Dick, and then took him through the glorious and exaggerated temple area of Karabor Temple, heading towards the area where Great Prophet Velen had been recuperating and living alone for many years.
"I know you are not satisfied with some of Bishop Council's decisions, but this is really not the fault of Prophet Velen."
When approaching Velen's residence, Neri whispered:
"Great Prophet's physical condition has only improved in recent decades. In the years when Genedar just fell, he was even in intermittent coma. As a result, we almost had to prepare a pair of Velen and Holy Sarcophagus according to your specifications.
In addition, I told you before that because of that serious injury, the prophet lost his ability to predict.
He could no longer distinguish danger from the illusion of the future and lead the people to move forward. He was afraid that he would make the wrong choice and ruin Draenei's future. This is why Bishop Council's coalition was in power.
The good news is that as the prophet's body gradually recovers, his ability to predict is also returning, but now he still needs to rely on Song of Souls, one of Atama Crystal, to assist him in seeing visions of the future.
In fact, his belief that Orcs and Draenei can coexist peacefully seems to be inspired by the prophecy."
"Then he must have seen it wrong or he was misled."
Dick jumped to download the tool and said to Neri:
"This war is inevitable. Even if there is peace, we must first defeat the Horde army led by Great Chieftain Blackhand and Gul'dan. I hope Velen is ready. If he is not, I can only use more drastic methods to convince him.
Neri, the letter I entrusted you to send before"
"It has been sent. Grand Executor Haddon may reply soon."
Neri whispered:
"But you don't have to worry about Grand Executor Haddon's attitude. That tough-minded Krokuun man has never thought about compromise. He has always been the main militant in the Draenei Clan. Before you woke up, conflicts often broke out at the border between Talador Region and Nagrand managed by him.
The Krokuun Hunt Riders led by your brother Jaide Commodore has never given a good look to the Orcs clan who dared to provoke the border.
In short, we all call Jaide "Gongyang" privately, and Hutton is "Old Ram". But on the other hand, the merciless attitude of the father and son towards Orcs is also an important reason why Orcs feels pressure and threat."
"Well, we Krokuun people should be like this."
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Dick nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards Velen's residence. The six familiar Holy Light Chosen were still guarding Grand Executor as they had been twenty thousand years ago. When they saw Dick coming, they raised their Lightforged Spear to pay tribute to Vigilant Saint.
"Ms. Devenius, we meet again."
Dick greeted one of them, Holy Light Chosen, who had met once before, and said:
"I haven't seen you for 20,000 years, and your aura has become much stronger."
"This is just disguised strength. We haven't participated in many battles in these years. We are just fake. It really can't compare with your outstanding achievements on the battlefield."
Davenius smiled and said to Dick:
"Come in quickly, the prophet has prepared a surprise for you."
"Seriously, I can't wait."
Dick smiled and strode into the prophet's residence. He saw old Velen standing in front of the table. He took something from Archbishop Akama beside him and put it in the palm of his hand to examine it carefully.
It is worth noting that when Dick entered the residence, the things in Velen's hands began to tremble and emit elegant light beams as if they sensed some power.
"You're here, come quickly, Diakum! I heard about your current situation from Neri. The exaggerated accumulation of holy power will indeed affect your condition, so I prepared this for you."
Old Velen called Dick to come closer, and then handed him the exquisite gemstone crystal in his hand that looked like an eye.
"This is one of the. Atama Crystal?"
Dick turned out to be this gem and said curiously:
"Which one is it?"
"It's "Eye of the Storm", Vigilant."
Akama next to him introduced:
"This diamond has the power to enhance the wielder's energy manipulation. It can activate almost all energies and allow you to control them in a freer way.
As the custodian of Atama Crystal, I have only allowed three people to use it in the past 20,000 years. Every time it is activated, our people are in danger. Just like the current situation, holding this crystal will undoubtedly help you to speed up the holy power accumulated in Dispersion's body.
Also, it's great to see you awake!"
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Akama."
Dick stroked the crystal and said to Archbishop Akama with sincerity in his heart:
"Your heroic appearance in the Argus decisive battle is still unforgettable to me. It is no exaggeration to say that you were the embodiment of our Eredar courage at that time. I was honored to fight side by side with you at that time."
"Your compliments scare me."
Akama smiled. The decisive battle scene Saint mentioned was also one of the glorious moments in the Archbishop's heart, but he still shook his head seriously and said:
"But now is not the time to flatter each other. Vigilant, the prophet and I and Neri are here tonight to help you dig out the terrible cancer hidden among the people. The guy who calls himself "Socrethar the Eternal"!"
The archbishop touched the golden hand sickle that was inlaid with gems and wrapped with chains hanging on his waist, and he said in a deep voice:
"We must cut off the root of evil that poisons people's hearts, just like we cut off the Awakener Cult."
"That's exactly why I'm here!"
Dick pulled up his chair and sat at the table. While others were sitting down, he glanced at the Eye of the Storm diamond in his hand. The attributes of this thing quickly popped up:
Item name: Atama Crystal·Eye of the Storm
Item quality: Cosmic Oddity
Item effects:
Eye of the Storm possesses magical power, which can greatly enhance the holder's energy manipulation. When holding this crystal, the holder will be temporarily given [Exceptional Energy Affinity] and [Exceptional Energy Control] talents.
The energy possessed by the holder will be able to be mobilized and used in a more free way, and can be shaped into various possible forms according to the user's intention.
Set effect:
Atama Crystal[2/7]: Eye of the Storm senses Brilliant Star in your heart. The encounter with the ancient "brothers" caused the two crystals to produce a wonderful resonance increase.
In this increased state, your Holy Power recovery speed is further greatly increased to the "Legendary·High-level" level, and your Radiant Energy Pool is further greatly expanded to the "Legendary·High-level" level.
In this enhanced state, Eye of the Storm will additionally give you the special ability of "Activated Light". With the [Light Unsheathed] talent, you can temporarily transform the energy of Holy Light into the weapon or shield state you want, and at the same time, the effect of the offensive Priest magic you cast will be greatly improved.
Item Description:
[I suggest you make an iron glove with six grooves on it, and then set collecting Atama Crystal as your side task. After you get all the crystals, you can learn to snap your fingers like a certain purple sweet potato Titan.
Your compatriots have no idea how to properly use this sacred object born in the Great Ordering of Light and Shadow period, but you definitely do!
A snap of the fingers is enough to solve most problems, you know what I mean?]
"But the problem is that Song of Souls, Shadow of Verdant Leaves and Kiss of Fortune are completely useless in my hands."
Dick mentally rejected this proposal, which was quite tempting to be honest.
He did not intend to do this, because the seven fragments of Atama Crystal all have their own power. The effect of using them together is nothing more than strengthening the individual objects. It is not as good as handing them over to the people to use them to bring out their true use as strategic wonders.
But Heart of Fury and Naaru's Shield, which are more focused on combat amplification, are indeed worth collecting if you have a chance in the future.
"I have carefully studied the letter Diakum gave me."
In this residence, the serious-looking Great Prophet Velen said in a deep voice:
"That's the clearest evidence!
Those blasphemous characters clearly prove that Karabor Temple has a secret organization that maintains a cooperative relationship with Shadow Council of Orcs. Coupled with the name Socrethar the Eternal, which is a mixture of Demonic and Eredar, it is enough to prove that it is a group of the Burning Legion scoundrels!
The top priority now is to confirm their identities.
If, as Diakum predicts, this matter involves one or more archbishops, then we need to invite Grand Executor Haddon to send a credible army into Karabor Temple to ensure that there are no mistakes in the cleanup operation."
"Yes, we want to eradicate them! Not give them another chance to escape and hide."
Neri, who once clocked in to work at Argus Assassin Court, who hated traitors the most, gritted his teeth and said:
"I also have a guess. Perhaps this organization does not only have servants in Karabor Temple. If they really grew up in the shadow of civilization under the protection of certain people, then their tentacles may have reached out."
"Wait! Do you feel it?"
Dick was listening but suddenly felt his heart suddenly vibrate. He stood up suddenly, interrupted Neri's description, and covered his heart, feeling the sadness and warning conveyed from his flesh and blood.
His face changed slightly and he said to the others:
"Something is about to happen. Lord Lura's broken body conveyed some kind of warning to me! Just when Karabor Temple is not good! Is it Dark Star! Gul'dan who wants to make a desperate move at this time?"
"Is he crazy?"
Neri exclaimed:
"Orcs's army can't come over in a short time. He just calls Dark Star to smash them down, but he can't get the victory he wants."
"What if that madman Orcs no longer wants victory, but only wants to see destruction?"
Dick shook his head and said:
"It seems that my awakening has stimulated them. Those traitors are afraid of being exposed and are almost crazy."
"Anyone who is burned alive by you like Gul'dan will definitely feel resentful."
Neri sighed and said:
"The question is what to do next? If you have already felt the approach of Dark Star, it is too late to evacuate the citizens now! Once the evil void star hits, Karabor Temple will be finished!"
"Wait, who can tell me first, what is "Dark Star"?"
Akama looked at Neri and Dick in confusion. He felt the seriousness of the problem from their serious tone but could not understand where the problem came from. However, Velen also stood up at this moment.
He sighed, held the Staff of the Redeemer at hand, and said:
"It's Kara!
It was the noble being who Consecration sacrificed everything he could for the survival of the Draenei Clan. It did not leave this sea of stars after it chose to self-exile. Ner'zhul Chieftain told me before that Shadowmoon Orcs used their stargazing skills to capture the movement trajectory of Kara.
Ah, we have to face our former friends or relatives."
"But besides facing the void bombardment, there is actually another way. I have been thinking about this on the road, and I must rush back to Karabor Temple as soon as possible to prepare for this, but I can't do it alone."
Dick looked at Velen. Under the latter's surprised gaze, he whispered:
"Do you still remember how we in Oronaar City ended the dark ambition of Sarkir?"
Velen was stunned for a moment, and then distant memories emerged in his mind. He clasped his hand holding the staff tightly and asked cautiously:
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know."
Dick looked at Eye of the Storm in his hand and said:
"But I think we have to give it a try! The people need this light, and we need to reconnect with Army of the Light."
"Ah! Dark Star is coming! The end of the void will be opened by Kara's Dark Song himself!"
High up in Shadow Council's hiding place, Gul'dan stood in a dark magic circle filled with the cold power of the void, surrounded by the bodies of Shadowmoon Warlock who had their souls taken away and died tragically.
But he doesn't care at all.
He raised his hands high, letting the fire of Fel and power burn on his body, looking with satisfaction at the dark evil star that was falling towards Mortal realm from the sky. The terrifying void shadow pulled Shadowmoon Valley deeper into the eternal night the moment it appeared.
Even the last starlight has disappeared.
"Karabor Temple's doomsday has come! The war has begun, I am the messenger of destruction, I am the sign of the doomsday, I am the dusk of the exiles!"
Gul'dan felt the shame of being burned to death in his heart. He stared at the falling dark meteorite and roared ferociously:
"Tell me! Diakum, bullshit Vigilant! What are you going to do to fight against this supreme destruction? Ha, go die with your hypocrisy Holy Light! You bastard! I want to see how you can give me a failure."